The Assemblage
((The State of Lucifer) (in
Poetic Prose))
Presumable to tranquilize Lucifer’s spirit, he tuned
and twisted his fingers over and over and around a baton he held in his hands,
but his face confirmed what his mind was saying, thinking.
The
angelic being beside him whispered: “That
won’t help much!”
Those
words of the Great Father were now animated in his mind by a recoiling echo…
Lucifer
felt for the first time in his life deep humiliation, the feeling was new—or
must at least have been interpreted as such.
Lucifer,
along with many of his cohorts were the eyes in the front row of the
assemblage:
They
were intensely fixed upon the Son of God, as they sat stone-still, Lucifer,
looking straight at Him appallingly!
Truth
is like oil, it will eventually rise to the surface, and on this day it did!—
Lucifer
and his associates refused to look shocked about their impassivity into which
they had sunk ever so deep during the Father’s speech.
“The Commander and Chief will be my Son!”
Announced,
Elohim, with full composure.
Lucifer
was now quiet as a farm mouse, and as hideous looking as a Atopodentatus—
He
purred like a cat unintentionally trying to read the faces of all his friends
in the first row.
Was
he, or had he been day-dreaming unknowingly thinking he was to be the chosen
one, Commander and chief?
Had
he not realized his cup was already cracked?
Thus,
his heart was hardened, closed, and he was not so unlike Judas, he was set on
doing what he was going to do!
This
was the spark that lit the fire in heaven!
In
a moment, Lucifer is going to speak without thinking, which is the same thing
as shooting without aiming…
Which
is like a man who says to himself:
‘He
who ventures nothing, nothing gained: no horse nor mule’.
And
God, might he not say: ‘Be
careful, lest you lose the goat and the rope!’
So
you see we are at this perpendicular corner, with the state of Lucifer.
Most
of the assemblage didn’t take it very seriously, but for Lucifer this moment
was very personal.
It
was a misguided policy which was being directed against Him, and him alone, and
many of his angelic following, would in due time take sides.
And
so he told himself his first lie: “It
is for them, my comrades that I will take up my stand here and now, and later
if need be, for myself.”
So
he involuntarily raised his voice.
But
what was he thinking?
Perhaps:
pacify a king and he will beat you, beat a king and he will pacify you?
Who’s
to say but Iblis himself, and he will never tell!
And
Lucifer shouted “Err!”
And
someone in the audience clapped his hands high in the air and shouted: “Bravo!”
(It
was not what was said, for it was just one word, but rather what was meant by
that one word, it had some dogmatic connotations, intent.)
Is
it not true, the tongue will hang a man quicker than a gallows tree?
Lucifer
felt cheered even though it was but one voice.
And
to be frank, he was quite satisfied.
He
did make the assembly start thinking about the statement God the Father had
made about His Son’s victory.
A
victory Lucifer felt was ill-advised.
In
short, that little noise would create a big bang.
Yet
at that very moment he had no wish to shine as an orator—
He
could wait; however he had come to the conclusion he was overlooked, wronged,
and by and large, degraded.
Now
blinded with anger!
Not
hurt in particular although it probably had some residue, but frozen anger!
By
and by, he would speak, but not this day, he dare not spoil the victory banquet
For
he knew God the Father no doubt was the more powerful figure.
Written: 4-25
& 26-2015/ originally ‘The Great Fall of Lucifer (21,000 words)
Reedited
5-2016, for a chapter story, “The Strange Assemble”
Rename “The
Assemblage”
